Best Queen Poems

“The Queen-Sized Bed”.
			 © London F. Buss

  A queen-size bed was coming slowly,
  down the rough dirt track.
  As it drew closer,
  The wheels clumsily mounted on the base of each leg,
  rattled like a hospital gurney on the stones.
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The sun’s sparkling streaks,
of sangria grace, 
descend upon 
the malachite verdant valley;
world of pristine mountains,
and evergreen tales of 
rainbow hued meadows. 
Where medieval castles 
are guarded with a fragrant
fortress of blushing flowers,
enveloped in topaz gold beams.

She walks along the
fields of redolent reveries, 
where hope sprouts
like...

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Fool of Infiniti

A wanton bird pecks at the stars
A Jester peers through crystal bars
This prison of love with rainbow hue
Illusion parts to lets you through

On dragon wings forever free
You quest into your dreams to see
Smoke and mirrors and shadow haze
To guide you through an endless...

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On day full of doom and gloom
With no strength to leave my room
With no hope to look towards light
With darkness closing in at night
I remember…..

When my heart floods with despair
Burdened by my load of care
When the rose has but a thorn
Wishing I were never born
I...

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Known for miles around
As the Queen of Croissants
She’d perfected her art for years
But at what cost
More physically demanding than you might think
She gave the best years of her youth
Working at a small town bakery
The strain on her hands and body taking their toll
Owners had lucked...

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From far they come and watch,
to see if they're her match.
How they wish for a chance,
to sway the queen of dance.

In awe they watch her whirl,
waltz, strut, skip, twirl and swirl.
Moves to chants that sound wild,
not for hearts that beat mild.

A swan who wants to...

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Some numpty bad mouthed my soup style
I’ve taken a break for a while
But I won't be deterred
From writing about turd
And subjects some others deem vile

I’m producing book number two
It contains some poems on poo
Foul flatus departing
Old codgers rank farting
And my pet hate vile doggy doo!
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True grace I hear the songs within her heart 
   Her hidden life, the secret 
   Glow from butterfly wings 






   - My first Kimo  :) .... 16.02.2015
     A-L Andresen :)
   ...

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The moonbeams bore you in a cradle of light smiling   
warmly a cold blue winter moon rocking over and back thoughts

Midnight mystery howling to a silver reflection deeply echoes whispering winds
over Snow Mountain faraway dreaming stars twinkle in your treasure jewels 

Lost trying...

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I post my poems on poetry soup
About farting and guys with brewer’s droop
I’ve been given a crown
And I won’t let Flo down  
Be assured I’ll keep on posting my poop!

Posted in conjunction with my blog about my amazing gifts from F J Thomas

25th January...

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Woke up to a new life in Egypt
I was young not more than seventeen years
Adorned with gold and precious stones
My body was in the shroud of silk and jewels in my hair
I sat on a throne as a Queen

My name was Cleopatra, Queen of the...

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She’d dwelt within a palace, and outside
it, geese and brilliant peacocks used to strut
inside a fragrant garden.  As a bride,
she’d said her vows beside the roses, but
today no scent of blooms perfumes the air.
The terrace sculptures, rubble now, are strewn
across the floor.  She...

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I waited for a man with no cards up his sleeve

one who dated with sincerity

hoping, believing

searching for a beau to cast a royal flush

I seek only to complete his life

I've encountered many Jacks

players lacking good intent

yet these men had found their matches

they had more in...

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My sister Jan, y'all know who I mean
Joined the Soup and became a giggle machine
Big laughs galore
Leaves us wanting more
Giggle Queen of the Soup, brings joy to the scene


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Your ass is slightly enlarged
Your hips are somewhat wide
You have wrinkles all over your thighs
You eyes they droop 
Crows feet shoot me dead
With your dreary eye stare
The world sees ugly, over due and despair

Your chest is a scar
Red and ripe, disfigured and bare
Your time is...

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